Summary

Clint Barton likes to think that in his twenty-seven years he’s grown and matured and has learned how to work effectively with a team. However, twenty-seven years is not enough time to learn to be comfortable with Bucky goddamn Barnes.

Summary

Someone’s targeting and brainwashing kids and if that wasn’t bad enough, they could confirm that at least some of the children taken had superpowers.

Bucky even knew one of them.

And that’s how Bucky finds himself at the Barton Homestead with Sam, hoping to convince Clint to come back to the Avengers. After seeing Clint with his family, Bucky is certain it won’t work - it’s clear to him that Clint still has some issues over the whole Thanos thing, so when he agrees, Bucky is surprised.

And maybe a little worried.

Now they’re working together to find the kids but Clint is quiet, distant and angry – nothing like the man Bucky had once met. The longer Bucky spends in Clint’s company, the more certain he is this isn’t going to end well.

Summary

Sometimes, when she got really low and her threadbare recreation of her old days at SHIELD wasn't enough to keep her going, Natasha would go down to the training hall and visit their old Avengers equipment. It had all been shipped over from Wakanda when they'd returned, but no one had ever taken it out of the crates. No one but Natasha on those occasions when she just… needed to visit it and put her hands on it and just… remember.

She always did so under the guise of needing to make sure everything was in working order. In case they needed it… someone needed it. She felt a little like a grave keeper in that way. Since they didn't have actual graves it was the next best thing.

Wanda's earpiece. And her armored jacket.

Clint's collection of bows, and all his fancy arrowheads.

Sam's old wings. And little Redwing in his charging cradle.

Natasha's M249 SAW. Though she never thought of it as hers. It was the one Bucky always asked to borrow, even when she kept telling him to just keep the damn thing. Especially when he changed out the grip for one that better fit his metal hand.

Summary

Barnes was alternating between glaring at Clint, probably because the kids’ laughter was distracting his own flock of tiny humans, and helping the members of said flock back onto their boards, with the softest smile on his face, small laugh wrinkles around his eyes. Which was. Yeah. Fuckin’ Barnes.

Or; Clint and Bucky teach kids how to surf and hate each other, until they don't.

Summary

Natasha's tired of the life she's been given and opts out, but it comes at the price of her memories. Clint watches over her and though she doesn't remember him, the curiosity of the man she keeps seeing over and over again, is consuming her. And I suck and Summaries.

Summary

Unfortunately, so did HYDRA, and they send in a certain asset to take her down. Peggy is captured, trained to be their deadliest assassin beside the Winter Soldier, and over the course of a century, her and the infamous Russian assassin manage to take down governments, world leaders, and thousands of innocent lives. Side-by-side the two of them become monstrous, twisted versions of who they used to be.

However, in 2016, when Steve discovers Peggy’s alive, he goes after her — hoping to bring her back into the light. But the thing is, Steve’s not the only one with plans for redemption.

Summary

For the first time since Thanos had snapped his fingers, Steve woke up in an empty bed.

In a way… the shock itself was a shock. Not that he and Natasha hadn't made a habit of sleeping together before, but it had been just that. A general habit. Not something that always occurred, but it occurred more often than not. An action unexamined and lacking any sort of premeditation.

But after everything went to hell… after the Snap… after they had all collectively and quite decisively failed, they practically never did anything alone. Sure, they were by no means joined at the hip, but as the days fanned out into weeks and then into months, new habits were forming and old ones were deepening. And the two of them were decidedly sticking close together. Closer than before anyway. They ran together each morning. Usually ate at least one meal together in their adjoined rooms. And generally they drifted nearer and nearer with each passing day. It was as though they nursed the phantom limb that was Bucky Barnes together.

That was why it was such a slap in the face for Steve to reach for her in the misty light of early morning, still half-blind with sleep, and find nothing but cold, empty sheets.

Summary

Clint Barton has been a man of many different names.He has been Barney's Baby Brother. He has been the vigilante and superhero Hawkeye. He has been Agent Barton of SHIELD.And now he's ready to be Clint Barton... thirty-seven year old retiree?

Summary

Clint’s cheeks go pink. “Let’s not bring that up half an hour before my wedding, alright?”

“Where’s the fun in that?” Nat says sarcastically. “You going all stodgy family man already? I thought you’d at least make it through the honeymoon before you gave up the ghost.”

Nat makes to head into the bathroom for a wet comb, but Clint grabs her arm. His calloused hand wraps all the way around her wrist and then some. “Hey,” he says, his smile slowly dropping into something more serious. “Nothing’s gonna change, ok?” Clint blinks, and Nat sees her silhouette reflected back in his eyes. “I’m not giving up the ghost. Alright Casper?” The corners of his mouth spring back into a grin.

Nat doesn’t want to smile, but she can’t help herself. It started off as a learned response, but now it’s her natural reaction when she’s about to cry.

“Here.” Clint gives her arm a tug, and Nat trips into his knees. He pulls her onto his lap and presses a soft kiss to her cheek. A chaste, brotherly kiss, but a kiss nonetheless.

Summary

"Apparently, the Winter Soldier program wasn't the only one using memory wipes."

Natasha took an involuntary step back. "What do you mean?"

"Yeah… where are you going with this, Buck?" Steve had taken a few steps into the room again, arms folded across his broad chest.

Bucky’s eyes flicked back and forth between them. "I came to the Red Room… while you were there. HYDRA agents came to... You… you don't remember?"

Natasha shook her head, scattering her red tresses around her shoulders as she looked to Steve. "No… No, I don't remember anything like that. I didn't learn about HYDRA until I was out of the KGB." She turned a freshly harrowed gaze back on Bucky. "I'm… the first time I ever encountered you was when I was escorting the scientist you shot. They… they didn't use memory wipes on us." She blinked twice to stop herself, but one last word sneaked out under her guard. "Right?"

Summary

At first there are only glimpses. Bucky’s horrified face as almost a hundred years of memories flooded back into his brain. His body hitting the cold Potomac water. A hand reaching down for him. Darkness.

When Steve Rogers wakes up in the hospital after the fall of Project Insight, he scrambles to pick up the pieces of his life after finding out Bucky Barnes stayed at the river’s edge, waiting to be arrested for his crimes.

After he brings Bucky home, it’s a fight to keep what is left of their friendship as it fluctuates through the forgotten past and the cracked present, with nothing but trauma in between. They try and hold on as it evolves into something deeper, but can they find strength in each other if they can’t find it in themselves?

Can scars ever heal if all they do is tear new ones open over and over again?

Summary

Clint Barton has been ordered to fly to Budapest to kill "KGB" agent Natalia Alianovna Romanova, but what happens when they meet for the first time on the snow-covered streets of Budapest? And how will the decisions he makes, affect their fates.